Work Grows Out Of Other Work, And

Red Is A Colour I've Felt Very Strongly About. Maybe Red Is A Very Indian Colour, Maybe It's One Of Those Things That I Grew Up With And Recognise At Some Other Level.

Red, Of Course, Is The Colour Of The Interior Of Our Bodies. In A Way It's Inside Out, Red.

There's Something Imminent In The Work, But The Circle Is Only Completed By The Viewer.

If Sculpture Can Really Deal With The Body, Because We All Inhabit Ourselves, And If Sculpture Can Really Do That, Which It Is Supposed To Be Able To Do, And Through It Ask Questions, Philosophical Questions, About Being, I Think These Are All Things We Work On, All Of Us In Our Different Ways, So Perhaps Somewhere In There, There Are Moments Where Dumb Objects Can Speak.

Re-investing In One's Own Little Moments Of Insight Is Very Important